I—THE EXPLANATION “You thought we knew,” she said, “… This we can say, the rest we do no… Nor do I let you throw yourself a… Because you love me. Let us both…

Dark hills at evening in the west, Where sunset hovers like a sound Of golden horns that sang to rest Old bones of warriors under ground… Far now from all the bannered ways

They are all gone away, The house is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill:

You that in vain would front the c… With eyes that meet forlornly what… And only with a furtive recognitio… See dust where there is dust,— Be sure you like it always in your…

“Whether all towns and all who liv… So long as they be somewhere in th… That we in our complacency call ou… Are more or less the same, I leav… I should say less. Whether or not…

(ALCAICS) Confused, he found her lavishing f… Gold upon clay, and found her insc… And yet she smiled. Why, then, sh… Be as they were, without end, her…

We parted where the old gas-lamp s… Under the wayside maple and walked… Into the dark, as we had always do… And I, no doubt, if he had not re… Might yet be unaware that he had e…

Two men came out of Shannon’s, ha… The faces of each other for so lon… As they had listened there to an o… Sung thinly in a wastrel monotone By some unhappy night-bird, who ha…

From the Past and Unavailing Out of cloudland we are steering: After groping, after fearing, Into starlight we come trailing, And we find the stars are true.

To the lore of no manner of men Would his vision have yielded When he found what will never agai… From his vision be shielded,— Though he paid with as much of his…

Much as he left it when he went fr… Here was the room again where he h… So long that something oh him shou… Or felt-and so it was. Incredulou… I turned about, loath to be greete…

When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fai… No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could have lured him anywhere That would have nbeen away from th…

At first I thought there was a su… Persuasion in his face; but the fr… That filled it when he stopped and… Shone joyously, and so I let it s… He said his name was Fleming Help…

Go to the western gate, Luke Have… There where the vines cling crimso… And in the twilight wait for what… The leaves will whisper there of h… Like flying words, will strike you…

Here was a place where none would… For shelter, save as we did from t… We saw no ghost, yet once outside… Each wondered why the other should… And ruin, and to our vision it was…